"Fight, that's a good thing!" Harry River wasn't a fool, he understood the situation where the crane and the clam struggle, and the fisherman gains the benefit.
Now that Demarco Mount and Boulevard are at war, the Holy Master only needs to sit and watch tigers fight. So why does he look so serious?
It seems as if encountering a formidable enemy.
"You don't know. The reason both sides are in such a hurry is merely to quickly defeat the other side and declare on the Dusty Platform who the real Holy Master is!"
Elaenor Wood's face briefly flashed with rare concern: "That is the Grandmaster's Heavenly List! At that time, many powerful Martial Artists will come out to compete for this list! And whoever becomes the victor will have the opportunity to rally these people!"
"Eliminate the obstacles, so they can use all their strength against the Holy Master?" Harry River seemed to understand.
